~ Danny Boy ~

Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

~ Instrumental ~

But when you come if all the flowers are dying
And if I'm dead and dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
Then kneel and say an "Ave" over me

And I shall hear the soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will call and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace till you come to me

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so . . .

Eloquently sung by
Ray Price

"The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune"

© Denim & Lace 2006

"May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
The foresight to know where you are going,
And the insight to know when you have gone too far"